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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33965 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 27
Katara washed the dishes and filled the cups with water then took them back to the cell. She was bending the water around Aang’s face when Zuko asked what she was doing. “I’m cleaning him,” she huffed as if Zuko were stupid.
“You can’t. Someone will notice he’s not dirty and then get suspicious,” he hissed.
“So I’m just supposed to leave them filthy?” she retorted.
“Wash their hands and beneath their clothes. Don’t leave a single drop of water,” he conceded while placing the sandwiches on plates and pushing them into the cells.
“What do I need to do with the water?” Katara asked, finished with the impromptu bathing session.
“There should be a latrine at the back of the cell,” Zuko pointed to the corner.
“There isn’t.” Sokka mumbled with his mouthful of food. Similarly occupied, Aang nodded in agreement.
“What? They didn’t even give you a latrine?” Zuko ran his hands over his face in frustration. “There’s a latrine one cell over. Are either of you injured?”
“Why? Plan on adding some if we aren’t?” Sokka asked sarcastically.
“No idiot. Your sister’s a healer. She should be able to minimize the pain as long as she leaves the marks. Your chains should allow you to reach the bars.” Zuko replied.
When Katara left to get more water, Sokka turned on Zuko, “Why are you doing this? Is this to make you feel better about raping my sister?” he hissed in a low voice so Aang did not hear what he said.
“My intentions are not yours to question,” Zuko replied pulling a sandwich from his pocket. It disappeared in four bites.
“What? You don’t think I need to eat,” he questioned when he noticed the Avatar’s round eyes trained on him.
Sokka snorted. “I thought all Firebenders needed to survive were the souls of the lives they destroyed. Who knew they needed people nourishment?”
Zuko didn’t reply. Katara had returned with the water. When she had done what she could to make her boys more comfortable. Zuko gave them each a small pot of ash, “Rub it all over your torso and legs. It will help keep away the rats. There are rice balls soaked in punch in these bags. I’m not sure when you’ll be fed again, but the ship leaves at sunset.”
The prince turned to the Waterbender, “Is there any more punch left?”
She shook the skin, “Only a little.”
“Bend it all out and give it to your brother.” Zuko turned to Sokka, “It will make you drowsy, but it has more calories and nutrients than water and will make sure you hold everything you’ve eaten. Everyone will make certain the Avatar will be taken care of but you’re excess baggage.”
Sokka said nothing. As the only non-bender in the group, he’d long ago accepted that reality. Ideas and sarcasm weren’t of much value to the Fire Nation. He forced the liquid and remaining food down trying not to the think of his pretty sister’s value to a fellow teenage boy especially one who’d been disfigured.
“Someone’s coming I feel footsteps” Aang whispered revealing the bending suppressants he’d been given earlier were starting to wear off.

The two prisoners scurried to the back of the cell and lay down facing the wall feigning sleep. Zuko grabbed the empty dishes and smeared dirt all over them then relit the small bowls of incense in the corner from which he’d taken the ashes. He’d shoved Katara behind a desk in a small alcove and waited for them to pass.
“I’m telling you. He’s going to take the girl away from the prince. He’s been too nice to her and you can tell he’s starting to get attached,” the first voice said.
“Yeah, he’s getting attached alright. Wouldn’t mind attaching myself to some of that,” another guard contributed.
“I’m serious. The last thing we need is a member of the royal family going soft on a Waterbender. It’s disgraceful,” the first guard added.
“What makes you think he’s going soft on her? I bet my next paycheck he’s plenty hard,” a third voice lewdly joked.
“At that age it’s the same thing. My wife works in housekeeping and my sister works for Lady Mai’s family. I heard them say she hasn’t made any attempts at taming the prince’s dragon since he’s been back and you know the saying: an old dragon will only bow to the most worthy of riders. A young dragon will happily obey the every command of anyone willing to ride it,” The first man said.
The voices began to trail off, but not before Zuko and Katara caught the tail end of the conversation, “So since he’s not used to a hot cave she can trap him very easily?” followed by two precise, “Exactly”. The two teens didn’t look at each other as they made their way back to Zuko’s room.

Zuko paused in the passageway outside his father’s room when Katara mentioned she heard the voice of one of the people who’d broken into his room earlier.
“Fire Lord Ozai, one of my subordinates reported the prince allowed the Waterbender to see the Avatar and the other barbarian. He said it was a reward for her performance earlier.”
He heard his father sigh, “Chamberlain Yan, every man gives the woman who amuses him trinkets. At least there is no worry of her straining the coffers like Azulon’s concubines.”
“But milord, she is a prisoner not a true concubine. Prince Zuko should not have to grace her with anything. I fear it is a sign she has bewitched him into thinking he harbors genuine affection. I do not presume to tell you what to do, but it may be wise to separate them.”
“Yan, if Waterbenders were capable of bewitching a man, then the Southern Tribe would not have fallen.” Ozai said exasperated.
“Not a Waterbender, milord, a girl. A teenage girl and the boy she is pleasuring. Surely you remember how smitten you were at that age. The groundskeeper saw them at Lady Ursa’s pond before he took her to the public gardens and shopping.”
Zuko hurried Katara back to his rooms and instructed her to put her dress back on while he put on the clothes he’d worn to the banquet. Yan was dangerous. He’d been his father’s personal valet from the time Ozai was a child until he was promoted to the position of chamberlain after his mother’s death. If Yan was planting ideas in his father’s head that he was becoming attached to Katara Ozai would pretend to dismiss them before discretely investigating.
Zuko was glad the dishes from their snack hadn’t been picked up and Katara had left a small portion of the sandwich she’d eaten while she was changing. Zuko sealed his lips to hers as soon as they were back in their earlier garments. Full of goodwill that he’d taken food to her brother and Aang and feeling the effects of dinner’s wine and champagne, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
“This is a nice change,” Zuko thought as her tongue explored his mouth. He reached around to cup her bottom noticing unlike Mai’s trim physique, Katara was pleasantly rounded. When they broke for air, he resumed the markings on her neck that he started earlier; only instead of standing stiffly, she sighed softly, pressing her pert breast against his chest and digging her fingers into his scalp to pull him closer.
When the sucking on her neck grew too painful, Katara turned her head slightly bringing Zuko’s mouth to hers. This wasn’t the first time she’d kissed a boy, but the last had been months ago with Jet, ironically in Ba Sing Se. She rolled her tongue against his then pulled his lower lip in her mouth and sucked as Zuko ground his erection against her stomach.
“Take off your dress.” Zuko’s raspy voice was low and gravelly in her ear forcing her to belatedly remember her situation and he wasn’t just some Earth Kingdom boy with whom she’d been playing.
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